Halloween

I hit the dark streets of London running - well wobbling really, I was wearing 3 inch heeled leather boots. It was already 7:30pm and I had meant to be meeting Mimi and Josh at Camden Town Centre at 7! My mobile rang again for the fifth time in fifteen minutes.
"We're going! That's it! We're frozen!" Mimi screeched down the mobile.
" I'll be there in 10 minutes! Wallah! I'll be there in 10 minutes!" I screeched back.
"No! We're going!" She retorted.
"Wait for me, please wait! I don't want to go into the party on my own..." I whined. And then I heard Josh say: "We can go for a coffee and warm up."
"I love you Josh!" I screamed down the phone and I could hear him laughing in response, the way he always does when I profess my constant love for him.
Mimi grumbled in agreement and I blew her kisses down the phone.

I continued wobbling down towards Russell Square Station. I felt self conscious, extremely so. My hair was fluffed up to perfection, my eyes where made up to resemble that of Cleopatra and my lips were spoutingly blood red. I was dressed in a balck corset which was accented down the front with a scarlet brocade, a black satin pencil skirt and lace gloves- all borrowed from my eighteen year old sister.
Funny thing is nobody was giving me a second glance, except for a sleezy guy who I pushed out the way to get the last space in the lift going down to the tube. I muttered sorry and he beamed up at me and said "For you...anything!" which made me cringe in his face and wrap the pashmina that I had rushed back to Cartwright Gardens for after my bare arms couldn't handle the bitter cold, around me even tighter.
I rushed onto the train before its doors closed, hopped off at Kings Cross and then got the Northern Line to Camden Town Station. There I saw Mimi, looking stunning in a witch's outfit complete with a witches hat and Josh looking cute in a balck shirt and the kohl that Mimi had drawn around his eyes made his sea blue eyes stand out (by the way he did not want to have kohl done but Mimi is very convincing).
We headed to where the party was being held - except it seemed extra quiet. We checked the address. It was right. So we wondered around the streets for over half an hour looking for the signs of a halloween party. None. At last we conceded and trudged down to a pub that was cosy and warm. I drank my fill of blood orange juice. Then around 12-ish we made our way home, stopping off at Kebab shop. We sat at a bus stop devouring into our doner kebabs filled with chilly and garlic sauce and watching the ghouls and ghosts of London stumble out of clubs and pubs and walk up and down the road.
Strangely enough London looked nice like this. This spookiness, this scary atmosphere seemed to work perfectly with this city. The misty nights and the old London with its history of Jack the Ripper and old Victorian tales of ghosts that roam its streets is the perfect scene. And a kebab in hand gave it that eastern mix that I search for in everything that I do.